I’m ready… we have a plan.  We are starting to prepare to be away.  I’ve been doing it at work now for two days.  Uh, maybe a day and a half if I’m honest, since today I’ve managed to do practically nothing of importance so far.  But, I’m preparing.  And now this process begins at home.  How you ask?  What are we, two girls on the go, doing to prepare to be in the United Kingdom for two weeks?  We are shopping… of course.  Mostly, sad to say, or maybe not if you’re a dog lover, for the dogs.  We have to supply-up for them.  Bones, bully stix, stuff to make their food, kibble, etc.  Gotta set them and Kev up for as smooth a couple weeks as possible.  We already feel guilty just looking at their cute little faces.  We see it in their eyes.  They know.  They know we’re leaving them.  The already feel abandoned.  They are already sad.  Or possibly, perhaps, we’re projecting our guilt over leaving them onto them.  Geez… we’re not even Catholic… or yenta’s… or uh, any of those other famously known institutions for guilt.  I need a moment…

OK… moment over.  We’re shopping.  We’re trimming grass and cleaning.  We’re getting ready to go… woo hoo!  England and Scotland, here we come!  I think I’ve momentarily gotten over my puppy guilt, which comes in waves, and excitement is taking over… I’ll enjoy it while I can!!  Yippee!!!  It’s almost time to go!